Post by jenny on Jun 21, 2013 9:19:08 GMT -5

In high school I worked at Abercrombie. My manager regularly ate a half pound of sliced turkey for lunch with nothing else (no bread, no condiments, nothing). He also referred to using the restroom as "rocking a piss." It was a struggle being 17 and the only person with a functional brain in the entire store.

Post by Katy Mae on Jun 21, 2013 10:08:44 GMT -5

An older woman straight up said "What is your husband going to think of your tattoos?" when I was ringing her out about a year ago. I don't know where it came from, and it's a complete lie, but I said "He's a tattoo artist", and she said "Oh isn't that perfect" and left.

Post by NothingButJerrySizzler on Jun 21, 2013 10:35:30 GMT -5

When I was fresh out of high school and taking a little time off before college, I worked at a t-shirt store in the mall where the owner was just a walking lawsuit waiting to happen. Every day, his creditors would call looking for him (he was actually never there so at least we weren't lying when we said so), and I had two separate checks bounce in the time I was there. But the shining moment was when he told me to "take five bucks out of the register and go down to the cooking store and get something for yourself," and he was definitely not talking about something to cook with.

Post by Dave Maynar on Jun 21, 2013 11:03:38 GMT -5

Riding around that evening I was really quiet. Then, later, we were on standby at Kenmore Square. My trainers were taking a smoke break behind the ambulance and I was standing out there with them, in the freezing cold. Both of them chain-smoking.

"Hey," I said. "Doesn't being around these critically-ill people all day long make you want to take better care of yourselves?"

The one who'd clued me in on what to do with stubbed-out cigarettes chuckled bitterly. "When I see these people," he said, "it makes me want to die young."

When I worked at the rehab, our patient population was all adolescents with a vast majority of them being in some legal trouble. Every so often, someone would ask, "Doesn't that job make you want to not have kids?" I told them, "No, it just reminds me that raising a kid is not something you can be lazy with and expect everything to turn out alright."

In high school I worked at Abercrombie. My manager regularly ate a half pound of sliced turkey for lunch with nothing else (no bread, no condiments, nothing). He also referred to using the restroom as "rocking a piss." It was a struggle being 17 and the only person with a functional brain in the entire store.

I had a manager at the grocery store at I worked at in high school who, at least three times a week, would send one of us across the street for lunch to get him 2 Big Montana's, a large fry and a large vanilla shake. Needless to say, he was not the trimmest fellow on the planet.

Post by sunfox78 on Jun 21, 2013 12:01:42 GMT -5

I used to work at a medical library which serves doctors and medical students. Medical students are some of the most socially awkward young people in the world. A lot of them are real jerks too. There was this one kid who would always come up and try to hit on me when I was working at the desk and he failed miserably. I would answer his questions but try to be unfriendly so he would get the hint and leave me alone. One day he approached me and asked if I wanted to go with him to Memphis for the weekend to see a boxing match. I said no. He tried to talk me into it, and then said he would give me $20 if I would go. I still said no. Then he proceeded to ask me "So, what are you going to do? Are you just going to work here for the rest of your life?" I was so insulted that I really didn't know what to say.

At that same job, food and drinks weren't allowed in the library, so at night when all the students were studying we were supposed to push around a library cart and confiscate people's food and drinks. Try telling people who are paying $60,000 a year to go to school somewhere that they aren't allowed to drink a Coke or eat Nutter Butters in the library and you have to take it away from them. They would throw the biggest fits. I finally just quit doing it because I felt so ridiculous.

~All the accumulated knowledge, experience, and suffering of mankind is inside you. You must build a huge bonfire within you. Then you will become an individual. There is no other way.
~~~U.G. Krishnamurti

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"He is a wook in sheep's clothing."~~~Popsicle Sarah

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Post by Dave Maynar on Jun 24, 2013 6:27:37 GMT -5

Admin freakout for today:He took Friday off for his yearly physical (a legit reason). He comes in today to find some letters to send in his out box. He proceeds to flip about how the admin covering him didn't send them because people dated them for Monday instead of Friday. He does this without irony which is funny considering he is the one who requests/requires people to date stuff for the next day if they give it to him after about 11am.

Post by gratefuled on Jun 24, 2013 7:36:59 GMT -5

Admin freakout for today:He took Friday off for his yearly physical (a legit reason). He comes in today to find some letters to send in his out box. He proceeds to flip about how the admin covering him didn't send them because people dated them for Monday instead of Friday. He does this without irony which is funny considering he is the one who requests/requires people to date stuff for the next day if they give it to him after about 11am.

Dave, do you ever deliberately fucq with this guy? I bet you can make him pee if you try hard enough.

Post by Dave Maynar on Jun 24, 2013 7:39:53 GMT -5

Admin freakout for today:He took Friday off for his yearly physical (a legit reason). He comes in today to find some letters to send in his out box. He proceeds to flip about how the admin covering him didn't send them because people dated them for Monday instead of Friday. He does this without irony which is funny considering he is the one who requests/requires people to date stuff for the next day if they give it to him after about 11am.

Dave, do you ever deliberately fucq with this guy? I bet you can make him pee if you try hard enough.

I can get snappy with him sometimes when I am not in a mood to hear him. I don't outright f*ck with him though.

Post by Dave Maynar on Jun 24, 2013 7:47:52 GMT -5

I can get snappy with him sometimes when I am not in a mood to hear him. I don't outright f*ck with him though.

Sounds like he does a good job of f*cking with himself.

He really does. I have talked about it with co-workers before that 95% of the stress that he has at work is totally self-generated. If he was able to develop a more accurate view of his workload and some basic time management skills, he would be totally fine.

Post by gratefuled on Jun 24, 2013 8:04:58 GMT -5

He really does. I have talked about it with co-workers before that 95% of the stress that he has at work is totally self-generated. If he was able to develop a more accurate view of his workload and some basic time management skills, he would be totally fine.

That's perhaps the main thing that made life as a manager hell for me...I worked so hard to recruit smart, hardworking people and then occasionally one would self-destruct no matter how I tried to help keep them together. I worked in a boutique financial services company, essentially a risk management/hedging subsidiary of a big for-profit power company, and there was literally no cap on how much money you could make. Our senior traders were treated like royalty and could and did take home seven-figure bonuses. And yet many of our junior people couldn't seem to grasp the magnitude of the professional opportunity that was theirs for the taking if they'd just reach out and grab it. When one of them would crash and burn I'd always feel like a failure. Either I'd been unable to motivate them correctly, or I'd made the wrong hire. It sucked.

Post by wolfmanjess on Jun 24, 2013 8:08:10 GMT -5

Wow, how did I miss this thread? I own a small business fixing computer systems for small offices of Lawyers, Real Estate Agents, Engineers, etc... basically anyone who has stuff to complicated for the geek squad, but they have no need for a full time guy. The worst are people who continously get viruses, then start to blame me for it. I have one client who gets so indigent when I tell them to use Chrome to stop all this, they end up not paying their bill out of spite. Then two weeks later when their grandson "who knows a lot about computers" has failed to fix it they call apologize pay the old bill and restart the whole cycle. So this guy owed me around 400 dollars before Bonnaroo and had owed me for around a month (I bill at 15 days on my invoices), but 200$ was reimbursement for some equipment I had bought out of pocket. So after a few phone calls he tells me he will write the check and I show up and he has only written the reimbursement half, not the two hours of labor. So I sit there why this smug asshat tries to explain to me why he does not have to pay for my time. So to make a long story short I tore up the check, and told him to write me one for the full amount and he gives me this shit eating grin and says that was his last check and he is out. So I told him he had two choices go to an ATM or a bank and get my money or I would never work for him again. So I leave without my cash but I felt that it was worth it to get dude out of my hair. He then proceeds to call me Thursday morning when I am at Bonnaroo all sweet now saying he has my check and could I just run by and look at a little thing for him, (his little "things" tend to be viruses he gets from watching porn on internet explorer instead of Chrome.)and when I explain I am at Bonnaroo he literally expects me to leave then throws a fit and tears up my new check that has just been written. I did end up fixing his stuff on Monday but our new agreement states that his assistant writes me checks when I leave after every call, and that he will no longer be part of the process of me getting paid.

This is just a medium level thing though I am going to try and write down the whole story of Frank Callari (Ryan Adams, and Lucinda Williams old manager), and that one could just about make it to short story length so it will take awhile, but it really had everything from lawsuits to threats of physical violence mainly over him losing a password and me refusing to recover it for him.

Post by o'neil on Jun 24, 2013 11:57:45 GMT -5

yuck. I'm home today with a sick toddler and I am already dreading the work that will be waiting when I go back. I do have my work email account on my phone, but I've never been sure if that's a good thing. I feel like I don't get so far behind, but sometimes I'd rather not know.

Post by riversideroo on Jun 24, 2013 14:06:43 GMT -5

These are great stories.

I have 28 employees and I have more stories than I can remember. First thing this morning, I had one of my guys come in and ask me if he could use the work truck for a few days while his car was in the shop. I told him no as this would become a precedent and I would have guys asking me to use the truck every time they have something wrong with their car. He looked at me and said "well I guess I'll need a few days off then." I told him he needed to find a ride into work or ask someone to pick him up on their way in. He just looked at me and said "oh, that's nice, I thought you would be more understanding." I explained that his issues with his truck were his own and that he still would be expected to be at work, it is not my job to find a way for him to get to work each day. He stormed out and has been pissed all day.

Something of this nature happen around here on a regular basis. My next order of business is to terminate a guy who violated his parole and had to go back to jail for 90 days. He seemed astonished when I told him that I would not be able to hold his job for three months while he was cooling his heels in jail due to him screwing up. Sometimes I think I live on a different planet than the guys who work for me.

Post by krunchykat on Jun 24, 2013 20:20:53 GMT -5

I manage a daycare and am the main childcare provider. Apparently I'm the only one who can hold sh*t together at that fucking nut house. I was off for 5 days for Bonnaroo, and my 3 days back last week were pure hell.

Friday was the worst with the owner leaving me hanging with no help. I was there alone for 3 hours with 14 kids between 1 and 5 years old who were bat shit crazy because they apparently can't handle being out of routine and left with people who don't know how to control them. My Friday included biting and pinching that drew blood, a 3 year old trying to suffocate a 1 year old who wouldn't leave his fucking train alone, the autistic kid being bullied to the point that his cousin started beating the sh*t out of two different kids, busting 3 rounds of "i'll show you mine if you show me yours", a kid pissing all over the floor on purpose because she was put in time out, and a section of busted drywall 2 feet long that "nobody" broke. And to top it off we were out of groceries and didn't even get the food for lunch until our regular lunchtime was almost over (yes I still had to fucking cook it).

All of this because my boss gave the other girls the day off and was going to work their shifts then decided she didn't feel like coming in. Well, that and the kids went feral while I was off work. I told my boss if she leaves me alone again with that many kids I'm looking for another job.

Post by gratefuled on Jun 24, 2013 20:44:37 GMT -5

I manage a daycare and am the main childcare provider. Apparently I'm the only one who can hold sh*t together at that quacking nut house. I was off for 5 days for Bonnaroo, and my 3 days back last week were pure hell.

Friday was the worst with the owner leaving me hanging with no help. I was there alone for 3 hours with 14 kids between 1 and 5 years old who were bat shiz crazy because they apparently can't handle being out of routine and left with people who don't know how to control them. My Friday included biting and pinching that drew blood, a 3 year old trying to suffocate a 1 year old who wouldn't leave his quacking train alone, the autistic kid being bullied to the point that his cousin started beating the sh*t out of two different kids, busting 3 rounds of "i'll show you mine if you show me yours", a kid pissing all over the floor on purpose because she was put in time out, and a section of busted drywall 2 feet long that "nobody" broke. And to top it off we were out of groceries and didn't even get the food for lunch until our regular lunchtime was almost over (yes I still had to quacking cook it).

All of this because my boss gave the other girls the day off and was going to work their shifts then decided she didn't feel like coming in. Well, that and the kids went feral while I was off work. I told my boss if she leaves me alone again with that many kids I'm looking for another job.

The winner. I take back every bad thing I've ever said about working with grownups.

Post by memphis1979 on Jun 24, 2013 22:06:49 GMT -5

I manage a daycare and am the main childcare provider. Apparently I'm the only one who can hold sh*t together at that quacking nut house. I was off for 5 days for Bonnaroo, and my 3 days back last week were pure hell.

Friday was the worst with the owner leaving me hanging with no help. I was there alone for 3 hours with 14 kids between 1 and 5 years old who were bat shiz crazy because they apparently can't handle being out of routine and left with people who don't know how to control them. My Friday included biting and pinching that drew blood, a 3 year old trying to suffocate a 1 year old who wouldn't leave his quacking train alone, the autistic kid being bullied to the point that his cousin started beating the sh*t out of two different kids, busting 3 rounds of "i'll show you mine if you show me yours", a kid pissing all over the floor on purpose because she was put in time out, and a section of busted drywall 2 feet long that "nobody" broke. And to top it off we were out of groceries and didn't even get the food for lunch until our regular lunchtime was almost over (yes I still had to quacking cook it).

All of this because my boss gave the other girls the day off and was going to work their shifts then decided she didn't feel like coming in. Well, that and the kids went feral while I was off work. I told my boss if she leaves me alone again with that many kids I'm looking for another job.

I don't know if I'm supposed to say I'm sorry or, how awful, or any of that.

All I can say is damn you have my vote for winner of the shitiest week back award.

Post by o'neil on Jun 24, 2013 22:23:41 GMT -5

I manage a daycare and am the main childcare provider. Apparently I'm the only one who can hold sh*t together at that quacking nut house. I was off for 5 days for Bonnaroo, and my 3 days back last week were pure hell.

Friday was the worst with the owner leaving me hanging with no help. I was there alone for 3 hours with 14 kids between 1 and 5 years old who were bat shiz crazy because they apparently can't handle being out of routine and left with people who don't know how to control them. My Friday included biting and pinching that drew blood, a 3 year old trying to suffocate a 1 year old who wouldn't leave his quacking train alone, the autistic kid being bullied to the point that his cousin started beating the sh*t out of two different kids, busting 3 rounds of "i'll show you mine if you show me yours", a kid pissing all over the floor on purpose because she was put in time out, and a section of busted drywall 2 feet long that "nobody" broke. And to top it off we were out of groceries and didn't even get the food for lunch until our regular lunchtime was almost over (yes I still had to quacking cook it).

All of this because my boss gave the other girls the day off and was going to work their shifts then decided she didn't feel like coming in. Well, that and the kids went feral while I was off work. I told my boss if she leaves me alone again with that many kids I'm looking for another job.

wow! that is horrible, on so many levels. and depending on where you live probably also illegal. pretty sure in most places the ratio for a licensed daycare is not more than 1:5 or 1:6 for kids that young. and clearly, for good reason. I feel outnumbered by my toddler some days and there's only one of him!

Post by krunchykat on Jun 24, 2013 22:24:26 GMT -5

If anyone wonders why I say f*ck a lot and like to drink, this is why. The only reason I'm still there is because I've fell in love with these little demons. It's rare that we have days like this, but every day is tiring. My boss is the one who makes it so much worse. When I can't take any more and leave it's gonna break my heart, but I won't miss the days like Friday. I need to vent here more often, lord knows I have plenty to say.

Post by krunchykat on Jun 24, 2013 22:27:23 GMT -5

I manage a daycare and am the main childcare provider. Apparently I'm the only one who can hold sh*t together at that quacking nut house. I was off for 5 days for Bonnaroo, and my 3 days back last week were pure hell.

Friday was the worst with the owner leaving me hanging with no help. I was there alone for 3 hours with 14 kids between 1 and 5 years old who were bat shiz crazy because they apparently can't handle being out of routine and left with people who don't know how to control them. My Friday included biting and pinching that drew blood, a 3 year old trying to suffocate a 1 year old who wouldn't leave his quacking train alone, the autistic kid being bullied to the point that his cousin started beating the sh*t out of two different kids, busting 3 rounds of "i'll show you mine if you show me yours", a kid pissing all over the floor on purpose because she was put in time out, and a section of busted drywall 2 feet long that "nobody" broke. And to top it off we were out of groceries and didn't even get the food for lunch until our regular lunchtime was almost over (yes I still had to quacking cook it).

All of this because my boss gave the other girls the day off and was going to work their shifts then decided she didn't feel like coming in. Well, that and the kids went feral while I was off work. I told my boss if she leaves me alone again with that many kids I'm looking for another job.

wow! that is horrible, on so many levels. and depending on where you live probably also illegal. pretty sure in most places the ratio for a licensed daycare is not more than 1:5 or 1:6 for kids that young. and clearly, for good reason. I feel outnumbered by my toddler some days and there's only one of him!

I can have up to 9 alone, so yeah that was really illegal. Trust me, 9 by myself is too much, even if it is legal. You can only meet needs and referee so many before you need extra help.

Post by o'neil on Jun 24, 2013 22:40:38 GMT -5

wow! that is horrible, on so many levels. and depending on where you live probably also illegal. pretty sure in most places the ratio for a licensed daycare is not more than 1:5 or 1:6 for kids that young. and clearly, for good reason. I feel outnumbered by my toddler some days and there's only one of him!

I can have up to 9 alone, so yeah that was really illegal. Trust me, 9 by myself is too much, even if it is legal. You can only meet needs and referee so many before you need extra help.

no kidding. bless you! I work part time, and the days I'm home with my son are far more challenging. I love him to death but my goodness, taking care of a small child can be exhausting. I would never be able to handle that many at one time!

Post by jakicker on Jun 24, 2013 22:55:17 GMT -5

I plan on coming back to this thread often for posting and reading. This is a great venting and uplifting thread.

My story for the day involves all the women who are within earshot of my cubicle. I just started at the largest hospital system in the Louisiana area as an analyst in the financial services department. The other new analyst and I both started around the same time, but since I'm a "II" and he is a "I", I have the nicer desk area. Lately, I've been discovering that this nicer, corner cubicle may not be all it's cracked up to be.

While many of our financial counselors are spread out throughout all the various clinics, many of our newer FCs serve the walk-in patients who want to discuss their bills, etc.. These FCs are all housed on the first floor. Also on the first floor are the medicaid people, the blocked accounts people, the fee for service people, and my neighbors, the data entry people.

Don't be confused by their title. I've never witnessed or heard them enter anything that may be mistaken as data into their computers. I'm not even convinced the woman directly across from me is even employed with us. For stretches of time ranging from 20 minutes to an hour and a half, she calls and talks to a wide variety of friends, family, or cell phone providers. She spent over an hour and a half on Friday on the phone with AT&T discussing her distaste for her new Iphone 4s and its performance. She apparently "runs" a men's baseball league, because today she was on the phone with no less than 4 different people, for at least 20 minutes at a time, discussing her distaste for her umpires and the upcoming schedule for this weekend. When she isn't on her cell phone or her work phone, she is wandering around talking to random people at their cubicles. I am convinced she drinks on the job also. The few times I've talked to her, her conversations always move toward alcohol. I was terrified when she walked into my space at 8:45am this morning, after her first 45 minute call of the day, to chit chat. Luckily the other analyst came over and started discussing actual work and she got nervous and walked away.

Her fellow "data entry" co-workers are not that much better. While I'm plugging away all day on a spreadsheet project that went well over 250 rows and BrokePhone is talking about umpires, the other two women near me will spend 30-60 minutes at a time discussing extremely banal topics. Today, after a solid 15 minutes of them discussing whether or not one of them got their identity stolen because a cookbook they don't remember buying was charged to her card, the conversation got to "slap me in the face" levels of lameness. It started with them probing each other on their respective knowledge of the Jodi Arias story. Astoundingly, BOTH had recently watched the Lifetime movie about the trial, but neither seemed to have known that the trial was that big of a deal. Basically, their knowledge of the trial consisted of them both watching the same Lifetime movie. This was a movie about a high profile trial that they knew nothing about to begin with. Mind-boggling. They more or less ended the conversation after discussing whether or not the boyfriend deserved what he got because he was a devout Mormon who was doing a lot of sinning behind closed doors. Was it his Mormon beliefs or his sins that made him deserve the repeated stab wounds, neck slit, and bullet to the head? The world may never know.

The last thing they discussed was disappointment in Paula Deen. It should be noted that one woman is white and one woman is black. The white woman stated she never liked Paula Deen because she uses too much butter. The black woman stated that she was really disappointed because she appreciated how much butter Paula Deen uses.

Post by Dave Maynar on Jun 24, 2013 22:59:01 GMT -5

I plan on coming back to this thread often for posting and reading. This is a great venting and uplifting thread.

My story for the day involves all the women who are within earshot of my cubicle. I just started at the largest hospital system in the Louisiana area as an analyst in the financial services department. The other new analyst and I both started around the same time, but since I'm a "II" and he is a "I", I have the nicer desk area. Lately, I've been discovering that this nicer, corner cubicle may not be all it's cracked up to be.

While many of our financial counselors are spread out throughout all the various clinics, many of our newer FCs serve the walk-in patients who want to discuss their bills, etc.. These FCs are all housed on the first floor. Also on the first floor are the medicaid people, the blocked accounts people, the fee for service people, and my neighbors, the data entry people.

Don't be confused by their title. I've never witnessed or heard them enter anything that may be mistaken as data into their computers. I'm not even convinced the woman directly across from me is even employed with us. For stretches of time ranging from 20 minutes to an hour and a half, she calls and talks to a wide variety of friends, family, or cell phone providers. She spent over an hour and a half on Friday on the phone with AT&T discussing her distaste for her new Iphone 4s and its performance. She apparently "runs" a men's baseball league, because today she was on the phone with no less than 4 different people, for at least 20 minutes at a time, discussing her distaste for her umpires and the upcoming schedule for this weekend. When she isn't on her cell phone or her work phone, she is wandering around talking to random people at their cubicles. I am convinced she drinks on the job also. The few times I've talked to her, her conversations always move toward alcohol. I was terrified when she walked into my space at 8:45am this morning, after her first 45 minute call of the day, to chit chat. Luckily the other analyst came over and started discussing actual work and she got nervous and walked away.

Her fellow "data entry" co-workers are not that much better. While I'm plugging away all day on a spreadsheet project that went well over 250 rows and BrokePhone is talking about umpires, the other two women near me will spend 30-60 minutes at a time discussing extremely banal topics. Today, after a solid 15 minutes of them discussing whether or not one of them got their identity stolen because a cookbook they don't remember buying was charged to her card, the conversation got to "slap me in the face" levels of lameness. It started with them probing each other on their respective knowledge of the Jodi Arias story. Astoundingly, BOTH had recently watched the Lifetime movie about the trial, but neither seemed to have known that the trial was that big of a deal. Basically, their knowledge of the trial consisted of them both watching the same Lifetime movie. This was a movie about a high profile trial that they knew nothing about to begin with. Mind-boggling. They more or less ended the conversation after discussing whether or not the boyfriend deserved what he got because he was a devout Mormon who was doing a lot of sinning behind closed doors. Was it his Mormon beliefs or his sins that made him deserve the repeated stab wounds, neck slit, and bullet to the head? The world may never know.

The last thing they discussed was disappointment in Paula Deen. It should be noted that one woman is white and one woman is black. The white woman stated she never liked Paula Deen because she uses too much butter. The black woman stated that she was really disappointed because she appreciated how much butter Paula Deen uses.

Post by o'neil on Jun 24, 2013 23:02:27 GMT -5

The last thing they discussed was disappointment in Paula Deen. It should be noted that one woman is white and one woman is black. The white woman stated she never liked Paula Deen because she uses too much butter. The black woman stated that she was really disappointed because she appreciated how much butter Paula Deen uses.

Post by jakicker on Jun 24, 2013 23:05:19 GMT -5

I plan on coming back to this thread often for posting and reading. This is a great venting and uplifting thread.

My story for the day involves all the women who are within earshot of my cubicle. I just started at the largest hospital system in the Louisiana area as an analyst in the financial services department. The other new analyst and I both started around the same time, but since I'm a "II" and he is a "I", I have the nicer desk area. Lately, I've been discovering that this nicer, corner cubicle may not be all it's cracked up to be.

While many of our financial counselors are spread out throughout all the various clinics, many of our newer FCs serve the walk-in patients who want to discuss their bills, etc.. These FCs are all housed on the first floor. Also on the first floor are the medicaid people, the blocked accounts people, the fee for service people, and my neighbors, the data entry people.

Don't be confused by their title. I've never witnessed or heard them enter anything that may be mistaken as data into their computers. I'm not even convinced the woman directly across from me is even employed with us. For stretches of time ranging from 20 minutes to an hour and a half, she calls and talks to a wide variety of friends, family, or cell phone providers. She spent over an hour and a half on Friday on the phone with AT&T discussing her distaste for her new Iphone 4s and its performance. She apparently "runs" a men's baseball league, because today she was on the phone with no less than 4 different people, for at least 20 minutes at a time, discussing her distaste for her umpires and the upcoming schedule for this weekend. When she isn't on her cell phone or her work phone, she is wandering around talking to random people at their cubicles. I am convinced she drinks on the job also. The few times I've talked to her, her conversations always move toward alcohol. I was terrified when she walked into my space at 8:45am this morning, after her first 45 minute call of the day, to chit chat. Luckily the other analyst came over and started discussing actual work and she got nervous and walked away.

Her fellow "data entry" co-workers are not that much better. While I'm plugging away all day on a spreadsheet project that went well over 250 rows and BrokePhone is talking about umpires, the other two women near me will spend 30-60 minutes at a time discussing extremely banal topics. Today, after a solid 15 minutes of them discussing whether or not one of them got their identity stolen because a cookbook they don't remember buying was charged to her card, the conversation got to "slap me in the face" levels of lameness. It started with them probing each other on their respective knowledge of the Jodi Arias story. Astoundingly, BOTH had recently watched the Lifetime movie about the trial, but neither seemed to have known that the trial was that big of a deal. Basically, their knowledge of the trial consisted of them both watching the same Lifetime movie. This was a movie about a high profile trial that they knew nothing about to begin with. Mind-boggling. They more or less ended the conversation after discussing whether or not the boyfriend deserved what he got because he was a devout Mormon who was doing a lot of sinning behind closed doors. Was it his Mormon beliefs or his sins that made him deserve the repeated stab wounds, neck slit, and bullet to the head? The world may never know.

The last thing they discussed was disappointment in Paula Deen. It should be noted that one woman is white and one woman is black. The white woman stated she never liked Paula Deen because she uses too much butter. The black woman stated that she was really disappointed because she appreciated how much butter Paula Deen uses.

I'll keep y'all updated.

Headphones help immensely. Just sayin'

This is my bad, but I honestly hadn't even thought of that being an option. Maybe it's because I'm new and want to look alert and productive, but headphones would solve all of this.

Post by o'neil on Jun 24, 2013 23:13:45 GMT -5

this isn't technically work-related, but tomorrow is the first day of the practicum in my Nursing Leadership and Management Class, for which I have to log 32 contact hours shadowing a nurse manager in a pediatric outpatient facility. and then Wednesday, I will return to my job. as a nurse manager in a pediatric outpatient facility.

Post by gardenfresh on Jun 24, 2013 23:28:56 GMT -5

Just when I think I was getting away with murder by coasting with this light work load lately... My boss today sends an email saying they want to discuss some "new projects" and she wants me to detail what I'm working on day-to-day.